Happy days often seem like lazy days taking absolutely no account of the time passing by, Blinded by the memory of happiness which seems to have been lost.


Shadowed and over taken over by the feeling of guilt and failure, I’ve come to terms with my illness.


My compassion to be more accretive with myself has grown, like a little baby who’s found the beauty of taking its first steps feels so pure and natural.


To make the same mistake twice would shawley make me a fool, a fool i was once always craved to be happy.


When i was little growing up in a situation were to be loved and cuddled, was almost to impossible to ask.


But for that second when you felt that love you would spend the rest of your day smiling, I found happiness and could not understand it so I let it go.


Now I’m ready and it’s too late because she’s gone and never coming back.


Jidos Reality 2.1.10